'Tis music hath the magic pow'r
From op'ning spring to winter's close:
To soothe in sorrow's darkest hour
The heart oppressed by deepest woes!
Sweet music, music hath a magic pow'r!
Sweet music, nusic hat a magic pow'r!
'Tis music lends a golden hue,
To life's tide as it glides along;
Then let us render homage due,
To music, and her sister song!
'Tis music brings us back again
Joys we prized inyouth's bright day,
When list'ning to the witching strain,
Time on light wings fles away!
Yes! 'tis music brings us back again
Joys we prized in youth's bright day,
When list'ning to the witching, witching strain,
Time on light wings flew away.
Glover, Stephen, "Music, and her Sister Song" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 63.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.